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So, Bobby is mostly better. A mere stuffy nose but an icky cough.

Now I am the one with the slight fever, the exhaustion, the headache/neckache and all. He's trying to take care of me, but I am the whiniest patient ever.

I'm actually out of bed now, after spending yesterday and through this afternoon either in bed or on the couch. I did manage to make dinner last night (with Bobby's help - he doesn't cook more than three or four things). Bobby also started dinner this morning. God bless slow cookers. I left him directions and he started it all. :)

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My brain is mush because I am sick and I can't do anything productive. (Well, ok, not entirely true. I did some editing on the 8 in-progress chapters of a sshg fic that needs a new name because 'Man with a Silken Schlong' isn't going to cut it.)

Thank goodness my hubby's over the worst - he took care of food today, and did most of the dishes (which had been piling up).

I am going to try to talk him into watching a movie with me once his episode of Digimon is over, and into getting me some ice cream (for my throat, I swear). I'm so exhausted that I'm walking at old-lady speed and everything is "too heavy". Bleh.